Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High End , by - Retch. Song from the album After the Verdict, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High End , by - Retch. Song from the album After the Verdict, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопHigh End |
| Givenchy shit from Paris, man, you know what I’m saying? |
| Christian Loubiton, Dolce and Gabana, Fendi and Margiela |
| Shit like that, uh, Ferragamo |
| Yo, $ 3000 on the outfit, I’m just rocking black |
| The opposition dump pistols and we shot 'em back |
| Had junkies nod in front my crib, they was high on smack |
| K caught a body off his dope, they gave him 5 for that |
| But he straight though, I talked to him just the other day though |
| Caught me, I was pouring Tech inside the Faygo |
| Hidden Hills on my lay low, with a thot resembling J Lo |
| School up to this shit, mold niggas' bitches just like Play-Doh, uh |
| Shit, I had bitches way from Russia down to Daygo with it |
| The head was cool, but what you bringing to the table, bitch |
| Most times you find these hoes ain’t got shit to offer |
| Steady texting, steady calling, I just press, ignore 'em |
| Connect just flew in way from Bora Bora |
| Talking imports, make a mule out somebody daughter |
| Never punch the clock but I was taking orders |
| Not getting bossed neither, got it in, this raw cheaper |
| 40 bitches at the mansion and they all divas |
| Got some bands, going brazy, and they all Visas |
| Put my dick inside the throat of a tall skeezer |
| Broke talking down on broke niggas, you don’t ball neither |
| Know some young niggas scamming, tryna burn banks |
| was my nigga 'til he turned state |
| Still can’t believe they sent the peoples from me |
| Had me shackled down, no parties on the weekend for me |
| I swear the Draco, it be speaking to me |
| Like, «Take me to their spot and send 'em to the reaper with me» |
| Gotta tell him, «Drake, chill» like Aubrey tweaking |
| And shit, I’m back selling Ps 'cause it’s harvest season |
| Designer down, running plates, call up all the boosters |
| And my niggas moving water like Moses do |
| Not talking Fiji, nigga, we talking leaky, nigga |
| Did my time in population, you was PC, nigga |
| Sneakers Gucci but my t-shirt come from DG, nigga |
| It’s like your vision, I don’t see these niggas, nah |
| Put my new shit on repeat, nigga |
| He can’t stop me, you can’t reach me, nigga, uh |
| Like, haha, Fastmoney, bitch |
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